I was always arranging some flowers in a vase, making believe that you were going to come.

I was always fixing myself up a little bit, imagining it was for you....

I was living in your country, and it was natural that you should come.
Suddenly the paradise that I was imagining vanished into smoke.

We received the news, I don't know how, of the imprisonment of von Kramer, and that you had been his accuser.

The doctor anathematized me, making me responsible for everything.